I n the last few weeks, there has been a lot of discussion around the new Michael Jackson biopic. It is a film that has seen huge success at the box office, while receiving mixed (mostly negative) reviews. It has been skewered as a shallow film , more like a well-performed playlist of Michael Jackson songs than a deep dive into his complicated story. The movie also ends in 1988, a seemingly deliberate choice to avoid having to reckon with the darker aspects of his life that followed. I am not here to prosecute Michael Jackson or Michael the film (I won’t be seeing it), but it has driven me to once again say: we need a moratorium on musical biopics. This is not a new thought from me. In fact if there were a biopic of my life, part of it would be me complaining about musical biopics; complaints that grew in strength after witnessing Bohemian Rhapsody, a movie I believe to be a gay hate crime.…